Life With Horace

poetry & essays

witness

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morning light slants through spring woods
and the grass grows green again

three blue bags of roadside trash
and the grass grows green again

air is soft at dark’s approach
and the grass grows green again

screams of trees ripped from the earth
and the grass grows green again

early birdsong noisy joy
and the grass grows green again

news of rising hate brings dread
and the grass grows green again

summer stars the hunter gone
and the grass grows green again

prayers whispered for the world
and the grass grows green again

truth is not a skin we shed
and the grass grows green again

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Day 26. A call and response poem.

Author: Life With Horace

poetry & essays

2 thoughts on “witness

  1. Catching up on old emails, I enjoyed this call and response about seasonal, political, and human-caused changes, with all the accompanying foreboding, anticipation, and prayer. A fitting refrain for spring. We need another now for fall.

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